Fu Youhan really enjoyed Jiang Moxi’s rare initiative to get close to him.
Especially now, being gently hugged around from behind, he felt that the irritability and rage that filled his chest had disappeared in an instant.
While he was indulging in the comfort that Jiang Moxi brought him, Jiang Moxi suddenly let go.
Fu Youhan turned around and found that Jiang Moxi not only withdrew her embrace, but also silently walked towards the door.
He hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Jiang Moxi back into his arms.
"What’s wrong? Did I say sothing wrong just now that made you upset?"
Jiang Moxi was cold, being pulled back into his arms, like a lifeless doll.
It was only when Fu Youhan touched her that he realized, she had put on silk nightgown right after bathing and hadn’t even worn any shoes, her body was frighteningly cold.
Fu Youhan quickly carried her horizontally to the bed, grabbed her feet and tried to warm them.
"You ca out dressed like this after showering, what if you catch a cold, how would we handle our wedding tomorrow?"
Watching the man busying back and forth, warming her feet and pouring her warm water to drink, the frost in Jiang Moxi’s eyes also gradually lted.
The resolve to leave from just a mont ago also started to waver.
Her mind kept convincing herself, "Look, although he arranged soone to protect Wen You, he cares more about our wedding. Although he isn’t willing to explain his past with Wen You, he is so gentle and attentive towards ."
"If he only saw as a substitute, he wouldn’t waste so much ti on ."
While Fu Youhan was squatting beside the bed holding her feet.
"Xixi, I know so of my actions lately have been less than satisfactory, but give so ti, okay? After our wedding tomorrow, I will sort everything out and we’ll have a good talk. For now, let’s sleep, and when we wake up, we’ll have the wedding, okay?"
Actually, Fu Youhan also faintly realized that Jiang Moxi’s sudden mood change might have to do with hearing a part of his conversation with Chi Jing.
But Fu Youhan thought, as long as he kept Jiang Moxi by his side, he would have plenty of opportunities to explain properly to her in the future.
Upon hearing Fu Youhan once again lowering his voice, patiently and laboriously explaining and coaxing her,
she nodded her head and obediently lay down in the bed with Fu Youhan.
She thought, perhaps he and Wen You are truly not in that kind of relationship.
Maybe, they really could sit down and talk properly after the wedding.
Yes, that’s how Jiang Moxi convinced herself.
Like a child eagerly waiting for candy, foolishly waiting for the man to give her that sweet mont...
Later, perhaps due to the exhaustion from running around all day or the previous physical exertion draining too much energy, Jiang Moxi indeed fell into a drowsy sleep.
At five in the morning, Jiang Moxi was woken up by the makeup artist and stylist who had hurried to Tianqin Bay.
While Jiang Moxi was yawning and starting to get styled, Fu Youhan brought her breakfast.
But Jiang Moxi noticed that Fu Youhan’s phone was constantly ringing, and he was continuously making and receiving calls.
It could be said that since last night when he arranged soone to protect Wen You, his phone conversations had hardly stopped.
Jiang Moxi could almost be certain that these calls were related to Wen You, so much so that he had been smoking all night.
Even when she woke up in a blur in the middle of the night, she could sll the choking sll of smoke next to her.
Jiang Moxi doubted whether her decision to stay by Fu Youhan’s side was right, but she couldn’t help looking forward to the wedding he had prepared.
Amidst her chaotic thoughts, the stylists and makeup artist finished their work.
At this mont, everyone in the room was continuously expressing their amazent.
"This is the bride who has used the least amount of makeup products from . I only applied a little lipstick to her; there was no need for foundation products. She looked perfect, just like a princess from a fairy tale."
"Even better looking than those celebrities who get invited to bridal studios for photoshoots."
"No wonder Third Young Master chose her, she’s so beautiful it almost doesn’t seem real!"
Fu Youhan, amid continuous exclamations of admiration, approached Jiang Moxi and tenderly extended his hand: "Mrs. Fu, it’s ti for us to head to the wedding ceremony."
Jiang Moxi didn’t forget the displeasures caused by Wen You last night, but she was nevertheless fond of the title "Mrs. Fu."
So, in the end, she placed her hand in Fu Youhan’s palm and followed him to the wedding venue.
As soon as the couple arrived at the wedding venue, Jiang Moxi was arranged into the bridal rest room.
Fu Youhan was busy greeting the influential guests of Yan City who had shown up today; invited or not, Fu Youhan was occupied in dealing with them.
However, he was considerate of Jiang Moxi’s difficulty moving around in her wedding dress and didn’t ask her to greet the guests. Instead, he had Ling Hua and Ling Ye co keep her company and chat to lighten the mood.
"Sister Moxi, you look exactly like the most beautiful bride I imagined in a wedding dress today, so beautiful."
Ling Hua looked at the wedding dress on Jiang Moxi, her eyes shining.
"When you et the right person, you’ll also wear a wedding dress for him one day," Jiang Moxi held Ling Hua’s hand.
Ling Hua laughed, "I better focus on my studies now and think about love and romance once I’ve accomplished that."
One Xue Junyi had almost depleted all of Ling Hua’s aspirations for marriage.
Jiang Moxi didn’t persuade Ling Hua further, since her main task at the mont was still to study hard and improve every day.
anwhile, Ling Ye mumbled, "I still can’t understand how my uncle fell for you."
Jiang Moxi glared at Ling Ye, but before she could speak, Ling Hua defended her.
"Brother, Sister Moxi is so pretty, it’s easy for any man to fall for her. Only a fool like you wouldn’t appreciate Sister Moxi’s beauty."
"Moxi is beautiful, that’s true, but I thought uncle would prefer soone with more substance."
Ling Ye was still mumbling when Ling Yinan slapped the back of his head: "Don’t be disrespectful, call her ’Little Aunt’ from now on."
Thus, under his mother’s coercion, Ling Ye reluctantly called Jiang Moxi, whom he thought lacked substance: "Little Aunt!"
"Hello, nephew!"
Jiang Moxi responded on the spot and even gave Ling Ye a big red envelope.
The bride’s rest room was bustling, and even Suchen and Lai De joined the fun.
Seeing Suchen and Lai De, Jiang Moxi specifically had a photographer co in and take pictures with them.
Jiang Tairan led the Jiang Family into the room.
"Moxi, Grandpa checked out of the hospital early to attend your wedding today."
Jiang Tairan wore a kindly smile, appearing just like an ordinary old man eager to attend his granddaughter’s wedding.
His gaze and expression seed genuinely heartfelt.
Anyone who hadn’t seen his true face would probably just regard him as an ordinary loving grandfather.
However, everyone in the bridal rest room knew the kind of people the Jiang Family were.
So when they saw Jiang Tairan, their lips visibly twitched.
Ling Ye couldn’t help but snort softly: "Trying to guilt-trip by using hospitalization? Too much acting!"
Jiang Tairan felt awkward, "I wasn’t pretending, I really was hospitalized."
Jiang Moxi ignored his excuse and coldly asked, "What are you doing here? If I rember correctly, none of you were invited."
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